[The Phantom of the Opera] The Beast and the Canary

There are many large rusty iron nails nailed to the pillars, and rows of props that have just been cleaned are hung, shaking gently like wind chimes.The closest to me is a cat's-eye mask with sparrow feathers glued on, and a horsewhip of rough leather.

This is where the theater hangs out props.Before I realized it, one of the nails had caught my hair.

I couldn't help being a little depressed. For the convenience of the night, I didn't wear a corset and only wore a thin white muslin dress.The dress has very thin straps and is the most common low-cut style, which means I have to lift my hands cautiously as they reveal…  

"Why don't you talk." Hester actually took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me again, but his tone was very indifferent, as if someone was forcing him to talk to me with a gun.

Thinking of his disgusted eyes when he saw me for the first time, I feel that he is simply inexplicable.

The air is a hot and dense net, firmly covering it.His back was sticky and sweaty.I shook my head and found that the hair and iron nails were becoming more and more entangled. I couldn't help stomping my feet irritably: "You may have misunderstood, I was looking at Mr. Viscount."

After the voice fell, the atmosphere suddenly dropped below zero.

Hearst leaned on the railing, loosened the tie with his thumb and forefinger, and said in a more indifferent tone: "Really."

"...Yes." So please leave quickly.

However, he didn't intend to leave, instead he got closer to me, and the gold watch chain clipped on the black satin vest kept dangling in front of my eyes.Gradually, his nose was filled with his breath. I couldn't tell what it was. It smelled good, but it was more dizzy than the damp and stuffy air.

Before I knew it, my back was covered in hot sweat, and the skirt was tightly wrapped around my skin.Why isn't he leaving yet.

"Then you will probably be disappointed." After a while, he said lightly, "He and Miss Daye are childhood sweethearts."

I focused all my attention on my hair, and when I heard this, I asked in a daze, "Why should I be disappointed?"

He froze for a moment: "You don't mind?"

I was very confused: "What's the point of this?"

He gave me a cold look and didn't answer.This look is colder than all previous looks combined, as if I said something outrageous.

If the question marks can be turned into reality, the question marks on my head must be higher than Carlotta's wig. What did I say...

I was about to recall the conversation carefully, when my back suddenly tightened and then loosened, as if something broke at my waist—the fine cotton cloth that was tightly wrapped around my skin a second ago was bit by bit by the hot wind. Prying it open, an unimaginable coolness spread over the body, and at the same time, the heart fell into the ice cave instantly.

The steam in the laundry room never stops, and the vents are not behind me, so it's impossible to get suddenly cooler.

There is only one possibility of feeling cool, and that is...

I froze, bit my lip, and touched my lower back slightly.

The skirt was also caught by nails.

And ticked off.

At the same time Hearst gave me another look, this one without emotion.He took out his pocket watch and checked the time, as if he was about to leave.

He had never expected a person to leave so quickly, but after checking the time, he still stood there, tapping his knuckles on the railing, wondering what he was thinking.

The roots of the ears are hot, and the hot sweat flows down one by one from the temples, but the coolness on the body is still intensifying, and the fine cotton fabric is peeling off the skin inch by inch... I can almost imagine that the skirt completely collapsed and the entire back was exposed Picture in the air.

What a bad day today.

Just when I thought that nothing more unlucky than this would happen, the next second, something even more unlucky happened: my old enemy——Louis, and his cronies, were talking and laughing enthusiastically, while facing each other came to me.

If he finds out about my current misery, then I don't have to hang out in the theater.

However, being discovered by Hearst doesn't seem to be much better...

As the chatter and laughter approached, Hurst glanced at his pocket watch again, as if he really planned to leave.I couldn't hesitate anymore, I gritted my teeth, reached out and grabbed his wrist, dragging him to my side.He turned his head slightly, looking at me in a little bewilderment.

I didn't have time to explain. I blushed, endured the burning shame, and whispered: "Help, help me..."

"What?" He seemed to have not reacted yet.

I had no choice but to stick his palm on the exposed skin on my back, and look at him with pleading eyes.I have never done this kind of thing before, my heart is almost jumping to my throat, and my brain is a little lack of oxygen: "Come here, help me...block it."

His eyes were wide open, and his expression was a bit ignorant.This kind of ignorance can be interpreted as youthful in the body of an untrained teenager, but as a mature man, showing ignorance at this time seems to be playing tricks on purpose.

No way, I can only take the initiative, put my arms around his waist, get into his arms, and press my whole face tightly against his chest.Anyway, he is so much taller than me, unless you walk up to him and observe carefully, it is impossible to find out who I am.However, the back is still exposed.

Normal people can understand what I mean at this moment, but he is still as motionless as a stone sculpture, what the hell is he thinking.

The chatting and laughing became louder and louder, and there were still a few steps to go, and Louis was about to come over.My scalp was numb, the tip of my nose was sore, and I was really crying.I tiptoed to push the back of his head, my eyes were reddish, and I almost cried: "Please, block it for me with your hands, just for a while..."

It was as if the occasionally stagnant gears finally started to turn, and his waist suddenly tightened, and it was his arm that was wrapped around it.The muslin stops shedding and the coolness disappears.

The heart that mentioned the eyes of the throat fell into place.Just as I was about to take a long breath, the next moment, my chin suddenly hurt, and he pinched and lifted it with two fingers, a large black shadow fell down, and hot and rapid breathing densely sprinkled on my face On... He lowered his head, his face was getting closer and closer to me... His amber eyes were burning extremely brightly at this moment, almost turning into a rich golden color that was burning madly.

My heart beat heavily, and my brain went blank and stopped spinning.

And he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes and expression had returned to normal, but his breathing was still a little unsteady: "Is it all right?"

Only then did I come back to my senses, carefully tore off his clothes to cover half of his face, and looked at the corridor.

Louis had disappeared.

"It's alright..."

Hearing the sound, he immediately pulled the clothes out of my hands, took two steps back, and distanced himself from me and said, "Is there anything else. I'm going." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Anyway, he touched it all, and I can't handle this situation myself, so I might as well ask him for a favor, "Can you help me again..."

"No." He replied without hesitation.

I didn't expect him to refuse so quickly, and I was a little anxious: "Cut my hair...isn't it okay? My hair is entangled in the nails."